The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: The lay of the last minstrel. Ballads and lyrical piecesLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her CANTO I. 23 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her mother dread , Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed , Would see her on her dying bed . XI . Of noble race the Ladye came ; Her CANTO I. 23 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wonderous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , GANTO II . 51 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wonderous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , GANTO II . 51 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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Sir Walter Scott. A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee The ...
Sir Walter Scott. A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could say to thee The ...
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... dread , And his hair did bristle upon his head . XVII . " Lo , Warrior ! now the Cross of Red Points to the grave of the mighty dead ; Within it burns a wonderous light , To chace the spirits that love the night : That lamp shall burn ...
... dread , And his hair did bristle upon his head . XVII . " Lo , Warrior ! now the Cross of Red Points to the grave of the mighty dead ; Within it burns a wonderous light , To chace the spirits that love the night : That lamp shall burn ...
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... dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowled on the startled child , And darted through the forest wild ; The woodland brook he bounding crossed , And laughed , and shouted , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " XIV . Full sore amazed ...
... dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowled on the startled child , And darted through the forest wild ; The woodland brook he bounding crossed , And laughed , and shouted , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " XIV . Full sore amazed ...
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Page 200 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...
Page 169 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 12 - Stuart's throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Page 191 - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze; when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Page 169 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 11 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry. For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; •And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Page 57 - Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Page 51 - In these far climes, it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame, That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...
Page 51 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
Page 171 - Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten...